Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-02-16

is all that laborerS can pretend to-all
that they should have. Nothing acts
, more perniciously than the absurd ex-
traneous support called charity"
Hear, hearI' said Mr.. Collett.
YOU'RE q clever fellow, Peter. Go on,
my dear boy, go on!''
"What results from charitable aid?''
continued Peter. "The value OF labor
is kept at an unnatural level. State
charity is state robbery; private charity
is public wrong
That's it, Petery' said Mr.. Collett.
What Go you think of our philosophy,
| JOhn?''
AZ don't like it, 1 don't believe itl''
said John. "You were quite night to
give the man shilling. I'd have given
him shilling myself"
"Oh, you would-would you?" said
Mr. Collett. YOU'RE very generous
with your shillings Would you fly IN
the face of all orthodox political econ
omy, you VandalP"
"Yes,n said John. "as the Eandals
flew in the face of Rome, and destroyed
what had become a falsehood AMI
nuisance.
Poor JohnIn said Mr.. Collett. 1--WE
shall never make anything OF him.
Peter. Really, we'd better talk of
something else. John, tell US about
! the last new novel!'
They converSed on various topics,
| until the arrival of the invalid's early
bedtime parted uncle and nephews for
the night.
Mary Sutton seized an opportunity
the next morning, after breakfast, to
speak with John Meade alone
"John," said she, ''jo think more of
your own interest-of our interest.
What OCCASION for you to be so violent
lastnight, and contradict Mr.. Collett So
shockingly? / saw Peter Finch laugh
ing to himself. John, you must be
more careful or We shall never be mar
ried."
"Well, Mary, dear, III do my best, !"
said John. sit was that confounded
Peter, with his chain of iron maximS,
that made me fly out. I'm not an ice
berg, Mary"
81 am thankful that you are not,"
said Mary; but an iceberg floats
think of that, John. Remember-every
time you offend Mr.. CSllett you please
Mr.. Finch.''
80 1 do!" said John. "Yes, II
remember that"
"If you would only try to be a little
mean and hard hearted" said Mary;
lust little, to begin with. You
would only stoop To conquer, john
and You deserve to conquer"
May gam my deserts. them" said
John. "Are you lot TO be my loving
wife, Mary? And are you not to sit at
needle work in my studio, whilst l
paint my great historical picture? How
can this come to pass il Mr.. Collett Will
DO nothing for us2"
"Ah, how, indeed?n said Mary.
but here's our friend, Peter Finch,
coming through the gate from his
walk. l leave you together, and so
saying, she withdrew
"What, Meade?" said Peter Finch,
as he entered. "Skulking indoors on
fine morning Ike thisl I've been all
through the village. Not an ugly
place-but wants looking after sadly.
Roads shamefully muddy Pigs allowed
to walk on the fcotpathl"
"Deadful!" exclaimed John.
~ say-you come out pretty strong
las. night said Peter. Quite dsfed
tine o,d man! But Ike your spirit.
II have no doubt you do" thought
John.
"Oh, when l was a youth, was a
little that way myself" said Peter.
sBut the world-the world, my dear
sir-sOon cures al our romantic no.
tions. l regret, OF course, to see poor !
people miserable; but what's the use OF |
regretting? It's no part Of the business
OF the superior classes TO interfere with |
the laws of supply and demand; poor
people must be miserable. What |
can't be cured must be endured
That is to say" returned John !
"what we can't cure, they must ell
durey"
Exactly So, SAID Peter.
Mr. Collett this day was too i'll TO
leave his bed. About noon he requested
to See his nephews in his bedroom.
They found HIM propped up by pill
lows, looking very weak, bat N good
spirits as usual.
well, boys said he, there am,
you see; brought to an anchor at last!
The doctor will lie here soon, I sup
nose. to shake his head and write re-
cipes. Humbug, my boysl Patients
can do as much for themselves, L be-
lieye. as doctors can do for them;
they're all In the dark together--the only
difference is that the patients grope in
English AMI the doctors grope in
Latin"
"You ale too skeptical, SIR said
John Meade.
"Poohl'' said Mr.. Collett. ''Let US
change the subject. want your aG-
wee, Peter and John, on a matter that
concerns your interests. I'm going TO
make my will to-day, and don't know
how to act about your cousin, Emma
Briggs. Emma disgraced us by marry
Ing an Gilman.
AN oilman!" exclaimed John.
"a vulgar, shocking oilmanP' said
Mr.. Collett; "a wretch who not only
sold oil, but soap, candles, turpentlne,
black-lead and birch brooms. 1t was a
dreadful blow to the family. Her poor
grandmother never got over it, and
maiden aunt turned Methodist in de-
spair. Well, Briggs. the Gilman, died
last week, it seems, and his widow has
written to me, asking for assistance.
Now, have thought Of leaving her a
hundred year in my will. What right
had she to marry against the advice of
her frlendsl What have | to do with
her misfortunesr'
"My mind is quite made up" said
Peter Finch; ''no notice ought to be
taken of her. She made an obstinate
and unworthy match-and let her abide
the consequencesl'
"Now for your opinion, john" said
Mr.. Collett.
Upon my word, think / must say
the same" said John Meade, bracing
himself up boldly for the part OF the
worldly man. "What right had size to
marry-as you observed with great
justice, sir. Let her abide the conse-
quences-as you very properly re-
marked, Finch, Can't she carry on the
oilman's business? l dare say 1t Will